02/11/2019

a day Full

over to try to clean up the trashed cardboard at B. Got some done. Feeling good. Sun. Warm enough. Hauled some up to the blue truck that just sits there waiting for something to happen with the intent of putting all of the excess in the bed of it. Twice. and put cement blocks on large pieces that are still intact to hold them in place, so i thought, then small scraps into the wheelbarrow~y kind of thing. Progress.

and then they came from wherever they had been and that was the end of that. Ripping, tearing, pulling, rearranging, a maniacal hoard, i yelled some to no avail and just gave up. Walked away. Ok, then. As long as there is adequate food, Goats are very good at knowing what can be eaten and what can't. I trust that. Cardboard i guess is ok. But still, it bothers ME. Tomorrow i'll try some more. Try to be out there when they're down in the meadow by A.

but on the way back, i looked up to see that the young Manzanita is BLOOMING?????!!!???? Now? But all over town the Almond trees bloom. What an amazing Place this is. February. Maybe she blooms for you, Acey.

then i went to search the baskets for a particular last scrap of an old Rayon blouse. Not here. But it didn't matter, these pieces were clear. It's them.

and just such a little more for Lizard. Need to go slow. It's easy to do too much.

I follow a blog. thekitchensgarden.org Cecilia Mary Gunther a woman Farmer in the midst of the industrial agriculture wastelands of Illinois working to keep an Organic Farm. I am like a lot of people, i read her first thing every morning. I never comment. But i know her days like the back of my hand. She's a New Zealander, somehow married to a USA Midwest Farm man who has lost interest in farming the family land. She's FIERCE. Nanette turned me on to her. This morning she DID it. What i have been wondering when it would happen, when i wondered if it would be me that made it happen, but no..it's her. She addressed the reality of a dystopian future. She asked: What will the future generations need?, say 150 years from now up the road. What will those children need to survive and thrive? when things become tribal and spare?

there. she said it. and i read it. i went back a couple times to read HOW she said it. To feel, how she said it. For me, it's more than she addressed, my concerns feel uhhh, more angstful. My concerns are wrapped in the Loss of so many lifeforms, not just human concerns. Loss of species.

and here...i would like to send out a request to all who might read here....what blogs do you read that are addressing this? Would you please tell me? I know i must be ignorant of many....just not knowing. ?????

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a day Full

over to try to clean up the trashed cardboard at B. Got some done. Feeling good. Sun. Warm enough. Hauled some up to the blue truck that just sits there waiting for something to happen with the intent of putting all of the excess in the bed of it. Twice. and put cement blocks on large pieces that are still intact to hold them in place, so i thought, then small scraps into the wheelbarrow~y kind of thing. Progress.

and then they came from wherever they had been and that was the end of that. Ripping, tearing, pulling, rearranging, a maniacal hoard, i yelled some to no avail and just gave up. Walked away. Ok, then. As long as there is adequate food, Goats are very good at knowing what can be eaten and what can't. I trust that. Cardboard i guess is ok. But still, it bothers ME. Tomorrow i'll try some more. Try to be out there when they're down in the meadow by A.

but on the way back, i looked up to see that the young Manzanita is BLOOMING?????!!!???? Now? But all over town the Almond trees bloom. What an amazing Place this is. February. Maybe she blooms for you, Acey.

then i went to search the baskets for a particular last scrap of an old Rayon blouse. Not here. But it didn't matter, these pieces were clear. It's them.

and just such a little more for Lizard. Need to go slow. It's easy to do too much.

I follow a blog. thekitchensgarden.org Cecilia Mary Gunther a woman Farmer in the midst of the industrial agriculture wastelands of Illinois working to keep an Organic Farm. I am like a lot of people, i read her first thing every morning. I never comment. But i know her days like the back of my hand. She's a New Zealander, somehow married to a USA Midwest Farm man who has lost interest in farming the family land. She's FIERCE. Nanette turned me on to her. This morning she DID it. What i have been wondering when it would happen, when i wondered if it would be me that made it happen, but no..it's her. She addressed the reality of a dystopian future. She asked: What will the future generations need?, say 150 years from now up the road. What will those children need to survive and thrive? when things become tribal and spare?

there. she said it. and i read it. i went back a couple times to read HOW she said it. To feel, how she said it. For me, it's more than she addressed, my concerns feel uhhh, more angstful. My concerns are wrapped in the Loss of so many lifeforms, not just human concerns. Loss of species.

and here...i would like to send out a request to all who might read here....what blogs do you read that are addressing this? Would you please tell me? I know i must be ignorant of many....just not knowing. ?????